I place my hand upon my heart.
There.
To feel what is inside.
At times the beat is strong.
Distinct, rhythmic, full.
Or just a quiet tap
where sadness dampens joy
to remind me that I am.
In every timber I remember
this accent as my gift to shine.
To bring my light.
To stay in step, to not ignore
That I am here to be.
Heartbeats… love its pulsations.
Oh my goodness. I’ve been having issues with my email and I just saw your comment. Thank you very much.❤️
Thank you.
Beautiful! I really loved how aptly you have described the heartbeats with the emotions we go through. And so inspiring and positive as well. Lovely!
Thank you so much for your comment. I apologize for the tardy reply. I just saw it. Internet issues. ❤️
Oh, thank you so much. I appreciate your words.
Beautiful!!! This poem is so eloquent! I love your imagery and especially the different metaphors for the heart and heartbeat…”In every timber I remember”-stunning line! Well done! I hope you consider submitting this lovely poem!
Thank you very,UCD. I appreciate your words.Yes. I think this one will be submitted. I’m so sorry for the tardy delay in responding. I’ve been having issues with my email and Internet.❤️
Sorry to read of your Internet issues Lexanne. But, I am very happy to hear that yo will submit Beat…It needs to be printed, circulated and read widely! I love it!
No issues, Lexanne. Internet issues are a major problem these days with the world revolving around the web.
This is about a simple action that I wonder how many experience. Periodically I put my hand over my heart just to feelit. The poet tells us of the good reasons to do this and I think many can identify with feeling the beat.
Thank you for your kind words.